I hate the continuity of self. We’re supposed to do this for eighty consecutive years? Now that there are more of us& it’s a little easier. Transitioning helps too. Still, I’m here. I carry the consequence of every decision I have ever made and every thought I’ve ever had. I am to continue to carry that, into the distant future. Even if I go dormant, somehow allow myself true ego death— fragments of me will live on in those who have ever known me. Whatever they call me, however they see me. So long as those memories persist, I must live on.
If you take Theseus’ ship and replace every metaphysical aspect of its being, down to its soul, leaving only the planks, mast, ropes and other physical elements, is it anything other than Theseus’ ship in the mind of anyone who matters? Does Schrödinger’s cat shrink at being perceived? Known?